Get ready for a snap nap, body trap, daylight wrapped, wires strapped, until the urgency of these alpha waves get slapped by ringing, happy nods of sleep. It starts to swing, as the regimented pops continue out back, then the super-fast sawing of the singing insectile chorus goes higher and swings a bit faster, then fades to a temple garden of peace gone frantic with competing soothing gongs.
3m. The sirens sing into echoing chain link networks of sound, punctuated by bells once again. Now the bright energetic nourishment of a nap steps up, and fades to a singular sequence of soapsuds and phone tones.
5m. The crowd marches in, ready to start a labor movement of frequencies, until a calming hand, steady on the bells, begins a frantic tappity tong. The wires get crossed, the wind whips through, the cloud of glyphs revolves between, until a non-sequential, wandering, whistle of a dream goes over it all without ceasing, like a flapper fixing her hair. A deliberate random beatless insistence appears.
9m. Everything comes to a head, and then we hear a display of different motifs, one after the other, as if walking from door to door. Eventually a more subterranean theme emerges, and the background swells in opposition. Then urgency begins, the notes flash by, trapped, rhythmic, caged, ending when the world without finally punctuates the terror with ringing, happy nods of wakefulness.
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Get ready for a snap nap, body trap, daylight wrapped, wires strapped, until the urgency of these alpha waves get slapped by ringing, happy nods of sleep. It starts to swing, as the regimented pops continue out back, then the super-fast sawing of the singing insectile chorus goes higher and swings a bit faster, then fades to a temple garden of peace gone frantic with competing soothing gongs.
3m. The sirens sing into echoing chain link networks of sound, punctuated by bells once again. Now the bright energetic nourishment of a nap steps up, and fades to a singular sequence of soapsuds and phone tones.
5m. The crowd marches in, ready to start a labor movement of frequencies, until a calming hand, steady on the bells, begins a frantic tappity tong. The wires get crossed, the wind whips through, the cloud of glyphs revolves between, until a non-sequential, wandering, whistle of a dream goes over it all without ceasing, like a flapper fixing her hair. A deliberate random beatless insistence appears.
9m. Everything comes to a head, and then we hear a display of different motifs, one after the other, as if walking from door to door. Eventually a more subterranean theme emerges, and the background swells in opposition. Then urgency begins, the notes flash by, trapped, rhythmic, caged, ending when the world without finally punctuates the terror with ringing, happy nods of wakefulness.
One of the finest rock albums from our town, mordant wit, crunchy guitars, driving beats, punk depth and - yes - Junior College Philosophy. The Change Music Variety Show
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